OK, do you know why I titled this blog post Michael Johns American Idol?
Well, besides the fact that he is totally the most hottest, gorgeous male specimen currently singing (or breathing) on television, I decided that if maybe I titled the post with his name, then maybe someday he would be bored enough to Google himself and find out that Manic Mommy has a major huge crush on him and that maybe this hot gorgeous singer might leave me a really sweet comment on my blog, or even email me or something?
Cuz come on, is he hot or is he hot?
And can he sing?! And does he not pick just the most excellent songs EVER!? Don't You Forget About Me? Don't you worry honey! I am not planning on it!
You all know I’m not the swooning googly-eyed type when it comes to guys. I don’t usually go gah-gah over the opposite sex all that much now do I? I’m trying to remember any post in the past three years when I’ve even remotely talked mushy about any celebrity other than my own dear Mr. Manic. I beg you to call me out on this.
Patrick Demsey? Who’s probably too skinny for me anyway, and not tall enough. Possibly, I’ve done a little mush-lust over Vince Vaughn in a recent post, but nothing like this. I am majorly crushing on MICHAEL JOHNS. Like for instance, I missed his live performance last week because I was at AUTHORPALOOZA (and isn’t it funny how Swish and I just create an event and it just becomes an event?), and so when I knew I wasn’t going to see Michael John’s performance, I instructed Diva, who was at home watching: “Diva, when I’m gone, and when Michael Johns takes the stage for his song on American Idol, I want you to blow kisses at him from me during the whole time he sings his song, OK?”
I called her later that night while I was out and she told me, “I blew kisses at him the whole time mama.”
Good girl, baby, good girl.
Tell me he’s not gorgeous. Tell me you wouldn’t just want to be locked in a room with just him and his microphone and that adorable Aussie accent? And he picks like the world’s best songs! Yep, he can light my fire alright. He already has, and it’s through a flat screen for cripe’s sake. Can you imagine what he could do up close and personal?
For your viewing pleasure; Videos you may have not seen. Songs you may have not heard:
And, he was in this band called Film, and these songs are great, and I am trying to find them on itunes so I can get them on my iPod because I just know they will inspire me to write. And lust. (Who can get me these songs for my ipod off the internet somehow??)
Because I look at him when he’s up on that Idol stage and I swear, he is singing to me! To me, I tell ya! And I adore his smile, and his HAIR! Check out how those cute little curls just swoop every-so-slightly over the nape of his neck; I am like oozily in love with even those little curls on the back of his head.
OK, not really. I love Mr. Manic (and I know Michael is married too, and I mean no disrespect to his beautiful wife--I've seen her in the audience yanno), besides, Mr. Manic just came home and asked me if I was fantasizing!
Oh, come on! I’m an almost 39-year-old mother of three. Who has time for fantasies?
Not me. I’m too busy
P.S. Michael, my email is firstname.lastname@example.org -- TTFN!